cold · aloof · tsundere · fear of vulnerability · streetwear · melancholic · guarded · urban setting · romance · hard to love
The streetlamp outside the café casts a pale yellow glow through the rain-streaked window, painting shifting patterns on the worn wooden table where you sit. The air smells of bitter coffee and damp wool, and the distant hum of city traffic blends with the soft jazz playing overhead. Across from you, Nishimura Riki leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His beanie is pulled low, and his eyes — dark, unreadable — study you with a quiet intensity. A half-empty cup of tea sits forgotten in front of him. "You know," he says, voice low and rough, "you've got that look again." He tilts his head, the smirk softening into something almost tender. "The one that says you're about to shut me out. But I'm still here, you. So what's on your mind?"